all the way inside and giving me what I begged for.
His left hand eased apart my wet folds and his right finger vigorously flicked my clit, slowing down to move in a circular motion as my body welcomed his hard thrusts.
It felt like my soul was being obliterated, the intense, blinding pleasure becoming unbearable, stealing the breath from my body.
I finally caught air into my lungs and let out a scream, intoxicated by him and his masterful dominance. My thighs spread farther apart, my hips bouncing to demand a deeper fucking from him. Taking over, I pummeled him right back with my own frenzied thrusts, submerged in this wild place of insatiable need that drove me to pound myself against his cock as though only this would save me.
I stared at his face as my frenzied movements began to slow, glimpsing in his eyes the pure lust he was feeling for this new me. For what I could become.
My thighs trembled violently and I took in rasping breaths, rising from what felt like a dream, aware of Damien pulling out but too weak to demand he stay joined with me.
I watched as he sat back and ripped off the condom, my thighs still splayed wide, soaking wet pussy throbbing and sore.
His right hand tugged on his bulging cock, working himself with swift hard strokes, his expression contorted as though possessed by agony at the moment he shot a stream of cum over my pelvis in arches of white.
A mask of dominance on his face, his gaze roamed over me with pride—the gift of his orgasm shimmering over me. His semen had anointed my skin.
Am I yours now?
Intoxicated by him, reeling from the delirium, I reveled in the beauty of this silent moment…the first true song of my heart.
Bowing his head between my thighs, he planted a soft kiss upon my pussy.
I drew a bath for her, letting the water flow over my hand as I allowed myself this respite from reality. The world and its constant demands could wait. That external forces ruled over internal needs was a lie I excelled at perpetuating.
I needed this. I needed…her.
Her taste lingered. Like the memory of peering down at her tight pussy clenching my cock. She’d given me her virginity. And I’d taught her the meaning of the clavis.
It felt like oxygen was finally moving through this house again, through me. I’d been starved for the type of action that had just happened between us. I could feel the strain in my shoulders finally releasing, making my muscles less tense. My balls were no longer tight with need.
From the wicker chair in the corner, Pandora sat waiting for the tub to fill, watching me as I added bath salts to the water. She was quiet—probably because of the profoundness of what this meant to her. This was more than aftercare. It was me making sure she had no regrets for giving me the gift of her innocence. Even if she was meant to be mine—a lie we’d lived with for too long.
It was my job to help her work through any doubts so that when she left she was in a good headspace. What I’d revealed about myself was a lot to take in.
Pandora had been methodically cultivated and refined, created for the sole purpose of being used as an asset. Highly educated abroad. Molded into social perfection. Released into the world on a pre-determined trajectory. Both of us were set to rise together to the highest office. Happiness had never been part of the equation; a happy marriage was a throw of the dice.
Ten minutes ago, I’d freed her from the dungeon where I’d taken her for the first time. Beneath my handling she’d blossomed brilliantly. If anything, she’d shown an instant addiction to rough sex. Never had I seen such a profound response to pleasure before. A dark craving that had lain dormant waiting to be unleashed.
Of course, tears could possibly follow such an experience, and I was ready for them.
“Climb in,” I told her, helping her slip out of her bathrobe and guiding her into the large tub—all the while admiring her nakedness and the way she moved with grace as she sank into the water.
She relaxed low in the tub, with her head peeking out above the water and her hair pinned up high, which somehow made her look even younger. The frown lines around her eyes were now gone.
No doubt the endless orgasm she’d experienced with my cock